“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And the concepts are not to be used as elegant fences that you climb up and, hopefully, over or that you admire, but the concepts will begin to open up for you so that you experience their reality. [...]

[...] You use language like a fence and hide behind it. [...]

[...] The self does not need imaginary fences to protect its privacy, or its safety or its solitude. [...]

[...] They are the pickets of his fence. [...]

(Last evening had also been very warm, and Jane had slept poorly: She kept waking up with data about dream landscapes being “right there” before her, and wondered if she could travel among them “like crossing fences from one backyard to the next.” [...]

[...] It is simply a matter of new orientation, and doing without certain props that are basically unimportant, but practically extremely convenient; such props as the divisions of sensation, fenced in from each other by pickets of minutes.

[...] Bulls can rip down fences.

If you have a question then I will be here to answer it, or to fence with it, or to throw it back to you, but I will be here to do something with it. [...]

[...] And other probable systems are aware of the experiments that you are trying, and in your terms and I am speaking now in your terms only which to some extent means that I am hedging the fence, other civilizations have gone your route, some have failed. [...]

[...] Your own private identities do not need fences. [...]

[...] Bulls can rip down fences. [...]

[...] There must be a fence around it, a yard of identity in which you can feel safe. [...]

[...] Psychic gates are closed by parents and fences set up around the self, closing out many important possibilities of growth and fulfillment; these barriers must be broken; as man’s conception of himself enlarges so will his actual capabilities and possibilities be extended. [...]

[...] I pick up a connection with a pair of shoes, though I do not know to what this refers, and a fence or border; an enclosure of that kind. [...]

The impression of a fence or border here, shown in the picture. [...]

[...] A high fence surrounded the block-size playground, with the two entrances on an opposite side and end from the school; hence a child to reach the school from the playground had to travel at least one full block, and possibly two.

(Jane also remembers seeing some bare lilac bushes in a neighbor’s yard, across the street and next to a grade school building’s fence. [...]

[...] Driving or gliding along river road just north of Chemung NY, with fence on my right so that I could not get off the road, I saw sweeping down the hill some distance ahead of me a big tractor-trailer truck—on the wrong side of the road. [...]

[...] As mentioned many, many sessions ago, however, her poem The Fence, written in May 1963, clearly foreshadows the Seth material, dealing with [but not always by outright name] such subjects as reincarnation, dreams, unperceived worlds, etc. [...]

[...] On my side was an abandoned red-brick grade school behind a wire fence. [...]